Long Hydrating Poems

A country of dreams has burst its rainbow at all ragged seams

In a state of affairs illusion of fusion and widespread delusion

The constitution hallucinates as night settles scores of deceit

Bereavement takes its toll in anger...

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Listen my son
and you shall hear
strange curiosities
about my spiritual career.

A student of science
Left hemispheric

A student of religion
Right ancient indigenous feelings
kinda queeric

With mindbody Left lightpowered thoughts,
ecopolitically sold out wealthy mind
bought health embodied
for re-connecting Left dogmatic 
voiced...

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Another lost noon, 
engraved as unforgettable 
memoirs within my mind, 
I’m rethinking of rewriting
and rewinding revoked 
reflections of a love rekindled. 
My eager heart
is now hanging in the void,
yearning to swirl 
through desert dunes ...

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Sigh (Infinity symbol)

Your damage leaves a scent like the way gun powder smells
I’m the only store where your hurtful ammunition sells
I'm the ground that carries the weight of your bullet shells
The fireworks fall and rest...

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It came this day
As I journeyed south
That I happened upon
An old man
Filling water bottles
From a small pond
Fed from water
That gushed from rocks
Half way up
A mountain

It must be special, I said
If you’re going to lug this...

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Tonight we sit ‘round ye ol’ Christmas tree,
But not the tree of yesterday or yester year you see.
Lights shine from the bole and tips so free.
We do not sit on stools or bended knee,
Nay, we...

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I remember clinging on to the naked branch,
which had been my home since the season of birth.
In my days of botanical glory,
flourishing and nourishing in nature
I would spread my vibrant wings of luscious green,
blooming alongside...

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I wouldn't be scant. Its codfish lies to pull ferociously all up in its cube. The forks stomped the ponies. Why did your 
goodness lift our leaf? What do ideas ride like? You sound like...

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Water, we know that it is invigorating
As long though as it’s clean, not rancid                     ...

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I want to swim in the golden rivers
of your heavenly haven,
wading through every swirl and twirl flowing in splendiferous streams.
Taste of your warmth courses down ruffles within my ribs,
pulsating your name in assonant motions.

In your...

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When miserable clouds assemble,
bursting with drops of sorrow,
gusts of torment bring dark tides to your door.
You feel hope is like forgotten pennies,
lost at the bottom of a wishing well.

Arrows of anxiety keep firing
at your muddled...

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Water, we know that it is invigorating
As long though as it’s clean, not rancid                     ...

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To a quiet demesne
A holiday they'd planned
Informing only that it was bucolic
A little slice of wonderland
The locals informed from the harbinger
Knew of the impending arrival
Some folk knowing the family erstwhile
Others quietly still in denial
The expected...

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April Showers Bring May Flowers*

Month April tops the chart
for showers to appear,
with rain, both day and night-
and ofttimes does present
a most unwelcomed sight.

Month April tops the chart
hydrating soil that March,
with gusty winds, dried out.
Life-giving rain...

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Summertime is growing weary.
Welcome to the autumn rain,
A new season taking over
Hydrating the earth again.

Arid land with celebration,
Greedily absorbs each drip,
With the dry and dusty flora,
Raising eager mouths to sip.

Running rivulets of water,
Turning grasses back...

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...				Summertime is growing weary.
				Welcome to the autumn rain,
				A new season taking over
				Hydrating the earth again.

				Arid land with celebration
				Greedily absorbs each drip,
				With the dry and dusty flora
				Raising eager mouths to sip.

				Running rivulets of water
				Turning grasses back...

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They, the blind
Heavy laden with mystery of denial
Empty of eclectic views
Yearns for Island of blinding white light.

They hate the color black
Every woman's sexy black dress
Every man's spotless black tuxedo
Every child's mem'ry of a clean blackboard....

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Summertime is growing weary,

Welcome to the autumn rain.

A new season taking over,

Hydrating the earth again.



Arid land with celebration

Greedily absorbs each drip,

With the dry and dusty flora

Raising eager mouths to sip.



Running rivulets of water

Turning grasses back...

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Just got to thinking
Writer's block comes sans seeing
Look within and out

Each now and then lives
Our sable dreams are pictures
With rainbow colors

Look at evergreens
Morning glories and dew, and
piano tunes afar

Remember that walk
On quiet trail by river?
Mind...

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